its magical how quickly i grew, how quickly the human body hop skips jumps into adulthood hurtling forward, and how eager i was to run along with it without looking back. i look at you, you're taller now stronger (i lost at arm wrestling for the very first time last month) you don't make the same stupid jokes you used to, though we can still laugh at that time you fell in the driveway and i lugged you back up the stairs and convinced you tinkerbell bandaids would take away the pain. now your knees clack against the table and you hug my neck and talk to me about geography and basic, oh so basic trig and i feel my heart growing and tearing at the same time will it change? will we change? change is the only constant but not all change is good and it's this longing, this need that we grow into something sweet and lovely that scares me. expectations simply set you up for disappointment or thats what you told me the first time i baked (that cake was delicious and you know it, though youll never agree) but i care too much to not have expectations at all. i want you to grow into yourself grow into something beautiful and i want you to grow up on your own so i'll sit here and wait till your aching stops, and till you stop running and you come up to my little boulder and we can sit in the sun and sit in the rain and laugh about tinkerbell bandaids again.
A poem for all of us women. I hope you like it. Do support with reposts and constructive criticism. ♥️
I always wondered Why my feet were hidden from sight By the dresses I wore, day or night. I always wondered Why everyone saw my face, my hips And commented on my back, my lips. I always wondered Why I had to have ladylike grace And pay heed to what everyone says. I always wondered Why all this was expected from me When there was so much more to see.
My feets were always hidden My boots seldom noticed. I only wished That they'd take a step back And peer beneath the layers. The layers they cloaked me in, Layers of clean and pristine labels and dresses. They'd see my dirty boots And the roads that I travelled. My dirty tracks would tell stories Tales of bravery and adventure. My footprints would paint the floor With the troubles that I overcame.
But no one ever saw that. No one ever noticed me. My feet were hidden, And I was never truly free.
Enough! I say. I shall lift my dress today. Witness my clean dress, It is my own. But notice my dirty boots, please. They too, are a part of me. Feast your eyes On my grace and beauty But never forget Those boots that made me.
Dear wanderers of #Universe Wanna #traverse within the #verse ! Drop a ❤ if you feel so . Feel free to convey your suggestions . #writingcontest#creativearena ---------------------------------------------------------- ** Opening crimson shell, beckons with silks bedizened Eyes pure as pearls, golden hairs sea pomade Wallowing in dolphin tails, rippling waves she permenade Being swooned over sonnets of seas she serenade Devils masquerade as strolling sailors stray to invade The talk of love is all charade & mermaid gets betrayed .
Mermaid, fallen star in world of dread won't ever fade Waiting for decades, not being decayed to evade from palisade Magnolious maid made up of glitters of star cascade Daughter of sea presents soldier of sea her crystal heart as accolade Longing not to be buried, bodies intertwine in crystal bed Romance pervades zephyr & they see dark night in colourful shade .
Knotted into love is braveheart soldier & crystal heart mermaid Lay down on sand kissing golden sun & tossed by waves making love to moon, they're no more afraid of any renegade . **
* GLOSSARY :- Crimson - Deep Red, Beckon - Tempt or Lure, Bedizened - Dressed with, Pomade - Dressing hair with scent, Wallowing - swaying or Moving rhythmically, Rippling - Series of waves, permenade - Ride, Swoon - Being pleased or attracted, Sonnet - Poem, Sereneade - Singing romantic melody, Masquerade - Pretend to be someone, Strolling - Wandering, Stray - Move away randomly or aimlessly, Invade - To win & capture, Charade - Fake or Farce, Dread - Fear, Decay - Perish, Evade - Escape, Palisade - Barricade or Barrier, Magnolious - Magnificent, Cascade - Fall, Accolade - Gift or Honour, Longing - A strong desire, Buried - Represeed or Hid, Intertwine - Connect or Link closely, Pervade - Spread through, Zephyr - Soft gentle breeze, Shade - Colour or Tone, Knot - Tie or Tangled, Tossed - Throw or roll gently, Renegade - Traitor *
Always know that you are worth it and you deserve better, all this i stated if it's happening to you he/she, leave that relationship it's a red flag, look i know it is gonna be hard to let go of who ever you love,, i was once there and i know how it felt but i learnt from it, i hope you learn from this today. I LOVE Y'ALL..... always be happy.......
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